When, Overwhelmed with Grief DENNIS—Hans George Naegeli When, Overwhelmed with Grief 1 When, overwhelmed with grief, My heart within me dies; Helpless, and far from all relief, To heaven I lift mine eyes. 2 Oh, lead me to the rock, that’s high above my head; And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade. 3 Within thy presence, Lord! For ever I’ll abide; Thou art the tower of my defence, The refuge where I hide. 4 Thou givest me the lot Of those that fear thy name; If endless life